So Hold your hand up in the peace sign. This is the # of times I've ever had a pedicure. Not that I don't like them or don't want them... I'm somewhat protective of my feet. I let Johnny touch them, but that's about it. I'm even more protective of a manicure. I bite my nails (finger that is) and would never want to expose that to a salon or waste money on something I'd eat anyway.
But my feet are my nervous habit. I like them clean, I play with my toes when I'm alone and nervous (or any time), and I scrape at the nails.. yah, some of you don't want to shake my hand again, but they seriously are clean.
And all spa treatments are hard for me. I like to spend money, I just don't like to spend it on me. I can't rationalize it. And seems like every time I go to get my hair cut or waxing (yes, I'd shell out for that if we could all rationalize it) or even the few and far between massage, it never goes well.
they want to talk to me... stop. I want to close my eyes, lay there, not feel like the entertainer, but not a jerk either. Or you get the super knowledgeable person who feels the need to tell you what you did wrong. your skin sucks, your old, your pores, you took too long etc etc... I dread the salon.
but today was bliss.
I went in knowing my toe nails were in nubs. knowing that now that I'm 31 I'm slowly becoming my mom with rough feet no matter what I do. knowing I had chipped nail polish and waddling ... But they were my heroes. the guy (Chris I think) just sat me down and did everything, never mentioning once my nails, skin, feet, or even my pregnancy. He never said a word and just loved me. I know that's bad. I should have talked or apologized or SOMETHING. and he probably did an ok job at best on my toes, but I didn't care.
It was the best day of my life and I'd tip him again.
So thanks to Tanner Nails for not making me feel old or ugly or sloppy or even tired... thank you for my clean feet and painted nails, even if I can't see them.
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